hi! could you write something where daniel larusso is at soccer practice & his girlfriend is there watching him, and then afterwards when practice is done, they sneak off under the bleachers and talk & hold hands and kiss? y'know, just typical high school stuff 🫶🏻 thank you!
You've Got A Smile That Can Light Up This Whole Town — Daniel Larusso
pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader
warning [s] : none
a/n [s] : thank YOU for the request! I hope this fulfills what you asked.
You sat on the bleachers, doing your homework two classes before. The hot sun beams down on you as you stare at Daniel. In all of his glory, he passed the ball through the green grass on the field. His coach is yelling at the team to “get themselves together” because they had choked the scrimmage.
The coach says they're off for the day and you see him running his sweaty hair back. Daniel picks up his stuff from the ground, takes his water bottle out, and takes a chug from it. You hear his Long Island accent ring out as he talks to one of his teammates, Josh. You were never quite fond of his team, as some of them had messed with your best friend.
A couple minutes later you finished your homework and put it in your backpack. You continued staring at Daniel. It was hard not to. His gorgeous tan skin was shining in the sun. He was slightly sweaty, shaking out his dark-brown hair. Daniel walked around the bleachers and up the stairs, carrying his soccer bag. You smile at him as he drops his bag next to yours and sits down. “Hey, Danny! How was the practice? You smell like sweat.” You teased and he put his arm around your shoulders. “Hey there.. the practice was good. Coach just will not get off of us over a scrimmage.” He says groaning.
“So dramatic aren't you? Wanna go under the bleachers? This heat is killing me.” You say, picking up your backpack and standing up. “And I'm the dramatic one?” Daniel says, grabbing his stuff and following you as you race down the stairs and to under the metal bleachers.
There's a couple people, mostly you and Daniel’s friends that are relaxing. You wave at your friend from chemistry and she smiles at you, just before her obnoxious boyfriend starts eating her mouth again. You make sure there are no teachers and pull Danny’s hand to get him closer to you. It provided a secret hiding place for you and Daniel to spend time together.
Daniel takes his jacket from his bag and puts it on the ground for you two to sit on. “Such a gentleman aren't you?" You said, grabbing his jersey to pull him down to the ground with you. He pulls out a couple of snacks his Mother packs for him whenever he has practiced. It's an assortment of finger food, crackers, and pretzels.
“How was class?” Daniel asks eventually, swinging his arms around your shoulders once more pulling you into his side. You remember, one day, his mother said you fit together like puzzle pieces and you almost cried. He was your best love, the sweetest and most caring boy ever who was completely fearless. “It was good. Mr. Johnson was yelling at this girl today and it was so hilarious.” Daniel laughs along with you as he stares at you while you speak about other classes you've had today.
Daniel was always a romantic after being raised extremely well by Lucille. He would never let you open a door if he was there, even if it was your bedroom door. The way he wrote notes for you and hid them in your books for every class. You always wondered how you were able to catch him. The star of the soccer team and the star of the Miyagi-Do Karate dojo. Even if he was the only one in the dojo.
“How was your day Danny? How was class?” You ask, taking another handful of snacks to eat. He starts talking about an annoying teacher, and a random thing that happened with Johnny. You can't help but admire him, the way he always has a small smile on his face when he explains stuff. His nose squeezes together whenever he eats a super salty pretzel but he continues explaining.
“Are you even listening baby?” Daniel says a few seconds later, after seeing (what he calls it) “your head in the clouds look”. You shake your head out of your daydream. “No! No, I'm listening. You were talking about Ashley Henderson!” You spout out, not sure if you were exactly right. You lay further on his shoulder and you smell his cologne. “Yeah alright." Danny’s Long Island was thicker whenever he was slightly tired. After practice, he would be almost unintelligible as you heard the way his words would stick together.
“Y’know. My Ma asked if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. We're having her famous lasagna I think. My Nonna taught it to her.” Daniel asks, running his fingers down your spine, something he did unconsciously whenever you laid on him.
You sat up slightly, looking up at his baby browns and his jaw. He has a small scar on the edge of his face from falling when he was younger. You always liked to kiss over it whenever you were alone. Secretly, Daniel loved it too. You let your lips fall on the scar, giving a small peck onto it. "Yeah, I'll come. Lucille always makes the best food. She could serve me mud and grass and I think I would still eat it.
“She does make pretty good food doesn't she?” He says, giving you a small smirk before holding his hand out for you to take. It was something he did after he got punched in the lip and you said he couldn't talk just in case he'd hurt his lip and to “hold out your hand if you want me to hold it.” You grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers together with his. He smiled at you before leaning close to your face.
You connect your lips with his, giving a slow kiss to him. Daniel slowly reaches his hand to your face, holding it as you continue kissing. Some of Danny's teammates walk up behind him and smack his shoulders before saying, “Get some!” You had to pull away to laugh as he turned away embarrassed.
“Your teammates are crazy Danny.” You say, pointing out the obvious as Daniel runs his hand down your arm. “Yeah I know. I gotta’ play with them baby.” He says sarcastically throwing his head to the side. You laugh at him as he readjusts his hips, slowly pushing them up to fix his back.
You grin as you lay back down on his shoulder. After it got hurt during the karate tournament, you were always careful about putting too much pressure on it. Daniel told you it was fine, but you were still worried. Danny stares up at the clock that sat outside and looks back at you. “We have five minutes until our next class. What do you wanna do for the rest? Jus’ relax or am I thinking what you're thinking..?”
You push yourself up off the ground and stare into Daniel’s eyes. After dating Daniel for a year, you always notice his eyes have a sense of mischievousness in them. Lucille would always point it out too, how whenever he would look at something, there would always be a look in his eyes daring himself to do something.
"Oh, Daniel! No… I'm gonna get to class before I'm late. You know I have Mr. Thompson." You said, gently slapping his shoulder. He always knows you're joking, but you see him pretend to be upset and pout his lip out. You grab your backpack off the ground and his jacket. He grabs your arm and pulls you into a hug. "Hey, I'll see you later," Daniel says. You smile before hugging him again and kissing his cheek before walking off to your class. He waves you off, staring at you and you walk away.
i have a Daniel larusso request! abt daniel gets jelous because reader friend (preferly same gender as reader) gets a little too close to reader? like they start hugging reader and giving them cheek kisses here and there? and daniel gets pissed off bc he like “what dude- i get those privileges not them???”
lemme know if u need more info have a good night/day!!
She Looks At Me Like I'm A Trend And She's So Over It
pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader
warning [s] : | jealous danny | I tried to make this gender neutral for the reader, but the bsf is mostly explained in the male sense, but it can always be read in the female \ gender neutral sense |
a/n [s] : requests are open!! tysm for the request
Daniel wasn't fully sure of whether he should be jealous or not. He noticed small things that your new friend did. Of course, he recognized normal friend things such as small hugs or grabbing of hands, but this was different. Daniel was sitting next to you, eating his lunch whenever your friend sat down next to you.
They wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you tight against them. Daniel couldn't tell if he was seeing things or not, but your friend gave him a dirty look. Daniel leaned into your ear and whispered, “Hey I'm gonna go sit with Freddy.” You turned your head and smiled, “Okay, I'll see you after lunch, bye babe.” You gave him a kiss on the lips before he walked away.
Daniel felt like he wasn't in his own relationship. Your friend was always there, pulling you away and making him go somewhere else for “best friend talk”. To be honest, it made him a little hot-headed and upset every time they came around. He would never tell you, because he didn't wanna upset you with his feelings that he had about your friend.
After lunch finished, he went to the double doors and stood there and waited for you to come through them. He stood there until people told him to hurry up and stop waiting around. Daniel decided to leave and to not miss his class. It was physical education for his next class, so he went to go get his uniform on. He decided to lose the hoodie and go shirtless, as the California summer sun was beating down across the soccer field.
Daniel sees you on the bleachers and gives you a small wave. You smile at him before you're ripped away from his eye contact with your friend. He also gets pulled away by Freddy to get back to the game. His head isn't fully in the practice and he gets yelled at by his coach for being lost in the clouds.
Eventually, it starts to seep into his feelings, turning into rage. Mr. Miyagi gets worried as he watches the balance in Daniel’s life begin to tip. He hasn't spoken to you in a day, telling his mom to hang up the phone whenever you'd call. It was hurting him, watching you never speak to him and it was all your snobby friend.
The next day, he walks up next to you. You're standing in the hallway and picking your books from your locker. Daniel walks behind you and slides his arms on your waist. “Hellooo...” He says stretched out and you smile. You twist in his arms and kiss him gently. It's shortly ended when they pop around the corner and rip you from his arms, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead and one on your cheek and a big hug.
Daniel had almost always covered his insecurities with huge amounts of confidence. He admitted to you one night that he was completely terrified of Johnny and the Cobras. How he cried some nights before school because he was scared for how the next day might go after some brutal beatings. You had gone out of your way calling before you went to sleep to tell him everything would be alright and he was okay.
Daniel follows you and tries to set up date night, pulling you away from your friend which angered your friend. Daniel kept talking and didn't even look at them.
Eventually, your friend walks up to him and grabs his shoulder harshly. “Hey, get the hint asshole. Nobody wants you over there!” Daniel immediately pushes them off which ends in a quick punch from your friend. It sends Daniel into a fit before he runs away in his fit. You chase after him, leaving your friend on the floor. You're yelling his name before he yells across the hall. “Why don't you just go with them? It seems like they're more of your boyfriend than I'll ever be.”
It's intertwined with insecurity and forced confidence as you can see the way his eyes have a protective glass shielding it from any insults. He's angry, his ears are a blushing red and he holds his fists together. He breathes in an attempt to relax himself, just like Mr. Miyagi told him.
You're walking closer to him, your hand covering your mouth. His forehead wound opened up after getting slammed against the brick wall. “Baby.. Daniel. Why would I ever leave anyone for you? They're just a friend.” His brown eyes fall to look at you and he sucks in a tight breath. “Okay. But do you see any friends that kiss and hug the way you guys do? And your ‘friend’ not just being a friend is bullshit!”
Daniel's emotions take the reign on him whenever they get the chance too. He lets them out without thinking of the consequences, which is what Lucille, his mother, told you. It was noticeable as he slowly calmed down. The redness covering his face was falling away and he was back to his normal stuff. “Baby. Danny. I'm real sorry. They have been a little close to me and I didn't even recognize how to explain to them I was uncomfortable. However, they had no right to push you like that. I'm done with them.” You tell him which brings a light smile to his face.
You smile as you see who you know as your boyfriend. The goofy boy from New Jersey who loves his mother and karate. That boy. Not the angry, closed off Daniel you tried so hard to put away. “Either way. Those kisses and hugs are only for me babe. And, I've been lacking.. c’mere..” Daniel says to you as he pulls you in and attacks your face with gentle kisses and pecks.
Daniel stares at your ex-friend that stands at the end of the hallway like a raging bull watching Daniel hit the jackpot with you.
hello there!!! i'd like to request something where daniel comes back home one night after painting mr. miyagi's house and he's all tired and sore and the reader sits him down and makes him rest and possibly a makeout sesh 💞
I Don't Wanna Look At Anything Else Now That I Saw You (I Can Never Look Away)
pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader
warning [s] : makeout scene | pain from soreness of muscles | massage scene tehehehehe | my boyfriend actually!! | this might be bad idrk.. I wrote it on the way to my vacation, who knows?
a/n [s] : hey there! thank you for the request!! + i have a discord server with some friends! If you are willing to join, direct message me and I can send you the information! as well as like the fandoms and things!
Daniel had told you he would be home as soon as he finished his training with Mr. Miyagi.
Now, you expected him to be home around five, however whenever he walked in at eleven-thirty slathered in dried paint and a pair of ruined jeans. You couldn't say you weren't surprised that he was on the edge of sleeping while standing. Daniel was holding on to his shoulder and groaning slightly whenever he moved. He throws his backpack on the floor and falls into your arms and smiles in your embrace. “Danny, how was practice?” He peaks his eyes at you and lays back down. “He made me paint his house and stain wood. I don't think I can feel my arms or legs.” You laugh gently and run your hand through his mop of hair.
He tries to get up and you pull him down and make him lay down on the couch. “No. You're obviously too sore to do anything. Let me go get my massage oil, baby. You need to relax.” Daniel smiles at you and you can barely see his eyes peeking through his long lashes. He has bags under his eyes and he's about to fall asleep right there. You appear from the hallway holding a bottle of oil and a pillow. “Baby, lemme put the pillow under your head. It'll help your neck.” He nods and you pull his head up and stick the pillow under.
Daniel sinks into the couch and into the pillow. He's absolutely exhausted and you can tell. Whatever other activities Mr. Miyagi was sticking Daniel in, making the hyperactive teen sleepy and irritated. You frowned slightly at his discomfort and soft groans he let out whenever you grabbed his arm. “I'm sorry, I'm just gonna rub the knots out of your arm, I can't almost feel them.” He responds with scattered speech and a slow nod.
You begin rubbing and you see his eyebrows furrow together and start to relax. His face contorts into different ways as he gets the knots rubbed out of his arms and legs. After a few minutes, he sits up and grins at you. “Can you get my shoulders and chest? They hurt too.” He asks you gingerly, and stares into your eyes. “Of course I can. Anything else that might hurt I can.” He unbuttons the tan shirt he's wearing and puts it on the floor.
Daniel's smaller and lankier than the rest of the boys in your grade, and you would have to agree with that. Daniel didn't have washboard abs, or a height over six-foot, but you still were madly in love with how he looked. However, he still can't help but make you get warm and tingly inside whenever he gets undressed. He has some build to him, mostly around his arms and back that makes you wanna rub your hands across them.
Daniel was sweet and kind, much better than the Cobra’s that crowded the hallways and attacked the girls around them. You were understandably worried about Daniel wanting to do karate, especially after what Ali told you what Johnny did to Daniel on the beach. He promised you he would never, and it was only for protection, never for situations that didn't need to include karate.
You weren't sure how painting and staining wood played into karate, but you just shrugged it off. You were pushing against his shoulder and tugging on certain parts. His eyes were rolled back into his head and he was giggling slightly. You're getting uncomfortable yourself as your back is twisted in a weird position. “Aw shit. My back is killing me. Give me a second.” You go to adjust your back with a quick snap of your body and you moan out. “Okay. I'm good now.”
You go to massage him again until he pulls you into his arms and he pushes you into his lap. “This’ll be better.” His ears are a dark red and he's finally waking up slowly. His eyes are still relaxed and he's smiling at you. You continue to rub and massage his tan skin. His hands are on your thighs, slowly rubbing them. “You always treat me so well..” The Jersey accent is thick as he draws his hand up to your face and his thumb strokes gently on your cheek. Your hand goes to his as it sits on your face. “I will always take care of you.”
Daniel leans closer into you, pulling you forward in his lap. His lips glide against yours and you smile in his embrace. He's kissing you and your hands slide into his hair and pull on it gently. He tastes like Sprite and sweet candy, and he slowly deepens the soft kiss you were holding with him. The air thickens with rapid touching and lip smacking. Daniel has always been moving quickly, never slowing down in his life. For some reason, everything feels slow as Daniel soaks in the moment.
He always had trouble expressing his emotions until they bottled up and he would yell and have a tantrum. You had slowly been fixing that by making him talk about school or work, in hopes that him talking with play into his feelings. Surprisingly, he has gotten better with it. And if anything, he would let out his feelings in harsh kisses and hugs he doesn't realize are too hard. So, the thought that he's relaxed and is slowly kissing you, is a surprising new fact.
You pull away from him and he's smiling. “You always treat me so well.” Daniel says once again, kissing you quickly once more. He lays back against the couch and pulls you down with him. You're in his arms and you're in-between the cape of his neck. You kiss gently on his neck and he hugs you tightly and pecks the top of your head. “I love you. And, you gotta tell Mr. Miyagi to teach you some karate to get sore again.” Daniel laughs and squeezes you. “I love you too. However, I would be sore a million times if you tell me that's how it ends.”
hi :) if you're comfortable with it, could you write daniel supporting a reader struggling with body image? i'm just having a hard time tonight being nice to myself about the way i look and it would really comfort me <3 no pressure & no worries if not since i know it can be a touchy subject ! thanks 🤍
And When I Break, It's In A Million Pieces
pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader
warning [s] : self-talk abt \ image | crying | my overall warning is if this topic may upset anyone in any way, you get this warning and you don't have to read it.
a/n [s] : hey sweetheart! I'm fully comfortable with anything besides obvious triggers. we all have hard nights and I want you to remember you're beautiful/handsome in every way. Now here's some Danny.
You were trying.
That's all you recognized about your feelings.
Nobody's way of healing is the exact same as everyone else's, and that's what you told yourself. However, the damned mirror that stood in front of you, pulling you to nitpick at yourself. It started off simple, hand running across certain parts of your face that you didn't particularly enjoy about yourself.
Then it escalated to seeing spots that nobody would have noticed, but you did. Your mom would always mention how observant you were whenever you were younger. Who knew it would follow you to your middle school and highschool years of your life?
Daniel had an idea about your feelings. He caught you crying under the bleachers one day and he held you until everything felt better. That's what you wished you had right at this moment. Tears prick your vision, blurring out the figure in the mirror.
Then, it suddenly hits you, Daniel was coming over soon for a movie night. Your room is a mess with clothes you tossed on the floor. A small knock churns through your door and you speak out a quick, “Who is it?!” You hear a small cough and out follows, “Daniel, baby! I brought the snacks you wanted…!”
You smile at the door and tell him to come in, which he quickly follows and throws the various snacks and candy on your bed. He walks up behind you and runs his hands on your arms. “How are you doing? I heard your Ma say that you weren't feeling the best.” Daniel's lip gently kisses behind your ear, making you smile softly and out your head on his shoulder.
“Oh. It was nothing. I just had a small cold.” Daniel nods and you turn out of his arms to grab the remote. The TV is playing Sixteen Candles, a movie you saw with Daniel on your eighth month anniversary. Inherently, you would have squeezed into Daniel's arms and held onto him as tight as possible.
However, now how you had seen yourself, you decided to stay a few inches apart from him with your legs pulled to your chest. Thirty minutes into the movie, Daniel noticed something was off. The way you pulled your body closer together and felt the lump pull back into your throat again.
He gives you your favorite pack of candy, but you only take two bites and throw it to the side. It's unusual for you, but he shrugged it off. He knows that you might still be a little sick. He lays closer to you, head on your arm and you scratch his dark brown hair. He's paying attention to the screen and you, smiling at both whenever he looks around.
The movie ends, the credits rolling across the screen whenever he flicks your lamp on. He sits up, getting closer to you. “You seem off,” Daniel tells you, hand falling gently against your thigh, rubbing against the shorts you were clad in. You knew the real Daniel. The Daniel that held onto you and cried after Johnny ridiculed him just enough. The Daniel that went in the middle of the road to save a kitten and raised it. “Are you sure you're feeling okay? Not just sickness wise.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you try and swallow down the lump that makes everything feel worse. The tears that pool up again are prominent as you try to let out some words. “I—I have been having some trouble..” Quietly calls from your mouth, tears getting heavy and falling from your eyes. “Do you actually think I look good? Be honest.” You ask him, staring into the brown eyes that begin darting across your face to admire it.
“You want me to be honest?” Daniel asks while his tongue darts out to lick his lips. “I think you're the prettiest thing ever. You're hot. Definitely hot. And ya’ got these gorgeous eyes that make me swoon.” You smile at him gently and connect your lips against his parted ones. His hand falls on your neck before you both pull away. “You know, when I lived in Jersey, I used to get picked on a whole lot by this guy named Tony. I let myself get down by it and Ma would have to carry me home because I tried to punch him. Not the best idea. That was the second time I got my ass kicked by someone.”
You laugh slightly before laying further in his arms. You kiss him again, getting closer to him. “I just, compare myself to everyone else. Especially in all those magazines. I read them and see the girls with the long legs and they're as tiny as barbie dolls. I just can't help thinking that I'm not your type.” You admitted to him as you wrapped your arms against your stomach again.
“You are definitely my type. I think you're real beautiful. I always love your outfits and the way you need to stare at every item you see in the mall. You're my favorite person in the whole world. Mr. Miyagi asked me one day, “Daniel-San, have you ever been in love?” and I told him you were the one I was gonna marry, y'know.” His confession makes you melt in his arms. Daniel wasn't the best at explaining his feelings, and you had recognized that early one. So, the way he was talking was new to you.
“You’re so sweet. Always making m’ feel so good. I love you, Danny.” You tell him, feeling his arms wrap around you. “I love you too beautiful. Now, can you scratch my hair again. That makes me feel so tired.” He asks you, giving his head to you and laying in your arms.
You know you can always count on Daniel to make you feel better on bad days. However, now he knows how to take care of you better and the right things to say to you.
warning [s] : kinda obsessed with miguel.. | speak now or forever hold your piece! | creepy weird jason |
a/n [s] : (requests are open) hope this was to your expectations! i apologize for this not coming out earlier, I had major writers block and I couldn't think of how to write this! another late night, short write!
Miguel despised the idea of you going on the date with Jason. Jason had always been creepy, slithering around your friends and touching your shoulders. You told him to relax and it would be fine. You would call him if anything went wrong, which soothed his nerves by a twinge.
You called him in your car on the way, letting him know you were leaving. He told you to be safe, and how to call him if anything felt off. You told him you would and you hung up the phone. Whenever you made it to the small diner, you peered into the window and there sat, Jason, drinking a cup of coffee.
You smiled and opened the diner's door, sending off the small bells that sat above. Jason looked up and stood to go hug you. You pulled away and pulled the seat out. The atmosphere automatically changed whenever he sat down. His hand gripped the cup and he took a long sip from it.
He held a conversation with you, it was hard however, because you were friends before so you mostly knew everything. It was about thirty minutes into the date whenever you noticed Jason getting calls and text messages frequently. He told you it was “work” and went to go talk to them outside.
Then, he disappeared. You looked around for a second and he was completely gone, tire tracks left on the street. It was a kick in the stomach, if you had to be honest. You paid the bill and called Miguel. He didn't let it ring for a second and he picked the phone up. “Hey, are you alright? Did he do something?”
You were crying as you walked to your car. Your sniffles fell through the speak and into Miguel's ears. “Are you crying? Hey it's okay.” You turn your car on and you sit in it. “Miguel. He ran off and he didn't pay anything. He barely paid any attention to me and only talked about himself.” You told him and you put your forehead against the steering wheel.
You hear him sigh and say, “Drive home. I'll be there in five minutes, alright?” You start driving to your apartment and you turn the radio higher to drown out your thoughts. You make it to your apartment and you unlock the door and it's dark inside, all of the lights turned off. You flick on the main light and you drop your stuff on the ground and fall to your couch.
You give up on everything you feel. Have you done something? Was it your fault he left? It was all questions that were chugging through your head before Miguel opened the door. He's holding your favorite snacks and candy, and your favorite drink. It almost makes you cry harder when he sets it down and hugs you in his arms.
“Was it my fault Miguel?” You ask under your breath and you see him get visibly upset. “No, it wasn't your fault. Jason is a dickhead and could never deserve you.” He tells you, his hands sitting on your face as he explains. It makes you feel different, more different than you had been with Miguel. “I know, but why would he leave, you know?” He shrugs his shoulders and you fall back into his arms.
He holds you tightly until you pull away, a gentle smile resting on your face. “Thank you, for this. You really didn't have to.” Miguel just shrugs again and lays against the couch. His eyes slowly fall over yours and you hold eye contact. “It was my pleasure. I hope Jason doesn't come around any time soon. I really hated him.” Miguel admits, laughing falling after. You laugh alongside him and stare at the ceiling.
You both turn your head to look at each other. It feels like one of your romance movies whenever he leans in and your lips fall together perfectly. They fit like puzzle pieces, and it's satisfying. His hand goes to the back of your head and your arms go around his arms. You both don't pull away until you're losing air.
“Wow..” Is all that comes out of your mouth as you see him gently panting, his lips a soft purple. It's exhilarating whenever you pull back together, you fall onto his lap and you push him against the couch. It's a wild mix of emotions and fevering heat.
You're almost fully gone in the kiss until Miguel pulls away to stare at you. “How did Jason lose you? You're absolutely amazing.” Was all Miguel said to you that night that changed your life.
You wake up the next morning to his face. He's gently sleeping and holding onto you. The sun that pools through the windows falls onto his body that's tangled through the sheets. He's quietly snoring and he has a comfortable smile resting on his face.
And Don't Try To Hide My Tears The Secrets, Or My Deepest Fears Through It All Nobody Gets Me Like You Do
pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader
warning [s] : mentions of : bullying, fighting, blood, bruises, scraps | mean girls fr. | mentions of: kissing, making out | NEED ME A DANIEL.
a/n [s] : this was requested by actually the sweetest ever!! @flyingcigarettes 🫶 ily sm too!! ty for the request, I hope this lives up to what you wanted!!
It was never supposed to happen. You, getting wrapped up in Ali and her groups tactics. You had attempted to try out for the cheerleading team for West Valley, you soon learned that the thick skin you thought you had was thinner than anything. Then, during practice, you were shoved instead of helped up or accidentally punched whenever they would jump in the air or tumble. You were made to stay after school by the coach after you had yelled and tried to pull one girl who tripped you into a girl's foot.
After practice and detention you had to walk home with scratches against your arm, a bloody nose, and sore bruises against your legs. The scratch on your forehead was fixed by the school nurse, with butterfly stitches and you held the freezing eye against it. It was late, it was 6:30 and the October wind made you extremely regret the fact you didn't bring a jacket.
Daniel had just made it to Mr. Miyagi’s house whenever he heard it: the sound of a girl crying a little bit further down the road. He told Mr. Miyagi that he was going to see what was happening, giving him a nod before running down the stairs to go to the noise. He jogged a little quicker before he saw you start to shake. Daniel had seen you around school sometimes, changing classes and during lunch. “Hey!” He shouts and he can help but wince when you turn around.
You look at him: the guy you've had a plain and childish crush on since he moved here. God, you bet you look horrible right now. The bruises on your eyes and the mascara that runs down your face. “Are you alright? What happened to you?” Daniel questions you and it can't help but hit a nerve and lets you start to cry harder than you had. He pulls you in his arms when he sees your knees shake and you get limp in his arms.
The hug is everything you've dreamed of. You can smell his cologne that smells like vanilla and musk. Daniel helps you sit down on the sidewalk, and your head is buried in his neck. You aren't sure of how his arms, and the soft muscles on his arms perfectly fit you, but they did. “I’m not okay. At all.” You had admitted to him, through tears and sobs of desperation. He hugs you tighter and it's almost taking away the deprecating thoughts the girls beat into you.
“You’re freezing. Let's get you inside.” Daniel says as he shrugs off of his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. It helps but the coldness still nips at your exposed legs and face. You follow Daniel into a small house that immediately warms you up. An older man is watching a movie in the corner and Daniel wraps a thick blanket around you. “Thank you.” You say quietly and Daniel smiles and he pours a cup of tea and hands it to you.
“Can you tell me what happened?” Daniel sits down next to you with his hand gently resting on your arm. The touch is comforting as the warmth of everything starts to reach you as you're officially warmer than you already were. Your cheeks are hot as you finally get a better look at Daniel. His soft brown eyes are gleaming, and you smile softly. “Yeah— yeah I can. So, I tried out for cheer today and the girls were just being so mean. Calling me names, shoving and pushing me everywhere. That's how I got this.” You tell him and shrug off the sleeve and show him the bloody scratches on your arm.
His fingertips touch it and he pulls them away quickly and brings it to his chest. “That’s horrible. I'm so sorry. Those girls are assholes. Ali tried to get with me when I first moved here. Super uncomfortable.” You and him laugh together and it feels like you've known each other for forever. You've never laughed as hard as you did with Daniel as you shared food and drinks together. Your ribs start to hurt and tears in your eyes when Daniel is leaning against you, eating a sandwich.
“What if— what if we egged their house!? They live just down the street from me.” Daniel suggests it when you're at the climax of the laughing moment. Suddenly, you're jumping into an old car and going to the grocery store with 20$ and a thrill of the moment. You buy a couple dozen eggs and a pack of soda. You're sure the cashier was up to your antics as you take your stuff and bring it to Daniel’s convertible.
“You get the eggs?” He asks and you nod, setting them down and telling him the directions to make it into your neighborhood. This time he nods and starts driving while singing along to music on the radio. You're watching him and he looks much better like this, hair messy and crazy in a thick jacket under the moonlit stary night. Eventually, he turns into the neighborhood of huge houses and white-pillars everywhere. You were used to this, but clearly Daniel wasn't as he's looking around everywhere with huge saucers on his face.
Daniel opens the container and grabs an egg in his hand and chucks it at Amanda Jordan's house and it lands perfectly on the door. You both do it at the same time, hitting on the good spots of the house while laughing. Eventually, you hit Ali’s house and Daniel takes multiple and lands them on her house, her car, and the garden in the front. It feels good: the thrill of revenge.
Daniel starts driving to your house, pulling to the side and parking the car. You grab your back and open the car door. Daniel gets out as well to walk you back to your house, and his hand touches your back and you both walk up your long, expensive driveway. Daniel could tell this by the fact of the fountain in the middle of your yard, and the lights that stick up from the ground. He makes it to your porch and he stands at the bottom, such as the gentleman, with his hands crossed over the other.
“Thank you.” You say before turning around, and he thinks you look beautiful. “Thank you for doing this, Daniel.” It's a moment of desperation, as you grab his collar and give him a quick kiss. You both pull away quickly to not look at the other. “Sorry! Sorry, that was.. weird of me.” You chuckle out, while palming your sweaty hands against your shirt. You're both embarrassed, Daniel's ears are bright and red as he blankly stares at you. Quickly, Daniel runs up the steps and kisses you harshly and your hand travels to the back of his neck.
“Come inside, stay over tonight.” You say after you pull away, staring into his warm eyes. He nods and follows you inside. “I’ll have to call my mom. She said to let her know where I am.” You laugh point him to the telephone and he goes to it. You sit on the couch as your Golden Retriever, Ryder jumps on you and kisses your face. You baby talk and laugh as you play along with him until Daniel sits down next to you.
“Aw, he's really cute!” He says while Ryder moves his energy to Daniel and pushes him against the couch. You're smiling and laughing as Ryder is jumping at Daniel, and licking against his face. Daniel has his face crunched up and it's bright red. You weren't sure how quickly you were beginning to fall in love with him, but you're sure that squeezing feeling in your heart is prominent.
“Yeah– he's real cute isn't he?” You aren't sure who you're talking too, as you unconsciously scoot closer to Daniel and Ryder, reminiscing in that warmth you feel. You swear Daniel is a natural as he plays with Ryder, tossing a ball with him or scratching behind his ears. His eyes are crinkled up with excitement, a huge smile on his face, as he also baby-talks your puppy. “Hey, Daniel. Why don't we go upstairs?
“Are you sure you want me to stay over?” Daniel questions as he messes with the bottom of his bigger t-shirt. You whip your head around and look at him. “Yes, that is obviously why I invited you over. C'mon now. Let's go.” He follows you up the long, spiral staircase to your bedroom. Daniel hasn't been in such a nice house, almost getting blinded by the huge chandelier that hangs in the middle of your house.
You've always been accustomed to this life: silver spoon and large mansions that surround your neighborhood. Daniel, on the other hand, especially wasn't. In a small apartment with his mother and a road cat, he was on his own for when his mother worked double-shifts to pay for his soccer and schooling. You and him have different tastes in life, but it almost works indefinitely.
When he walks into your room, he thinks he's been punched in the face with huge walls and high ceilings. Daniel hasn't seen a king-sized bed in a long time, but yours has big sheets freshly made and pressed. “How do you even live in this? This is the size of my house!” Daniel exclaims loudly, shaking his head around as you set your stuff down in the corner of your room. You laugh and rub your hands together, and kiss your teeth. “It’s honestly almost too much for me. Too much room.” You mumble under your breath as you watch Daniel.
He's standing in front of your bed, awkwardly. You get a good look at him, underneath the dim light of your chandelier as well. It's almost beautiful as Daniel gives you that dumb, big smile of his letting his lips expose his teeth. You sit down on your bed, turn on the television with a click of your remote and lean back against your throw pillows. You pat your bed, the spot right next to you. “Hey, sit down. Don't be scared.” You tease and Daniel sits down and scoots over to you, hand snaking around your back.
“Y’know, I actually got jumped a couple times by Ali’s ex-boyfriend.” He admits and you look at him. You can't help but feel the heart strings get pulled. “What? Really?” You ask and Daniel nods while looking at his fingers as he messes with them. “That’s where I got this scar.” He lifts his thick, dark mop of hair up and you see it. It's a slash across his forehead, a thick scar and you gasp. “Oh my, Daniel! That's horrible.” You cover your mouth and he shrugs his head to the side.
He tells you about other situations that had happened, and it suddenly feels so soft. You're cuddled up in his arms, as you lay against his chest. Your leg is pulled up and across his waist. You share other events that had happened with the girls, as he was a listener ear for you while he rubbed your back. “Okay, enough for one night. Let's play some games.” You entice him when you pull out Twister and place it on your floor.
Suddenly: you're both twisting around each other and shaking as you attempt to stay up. Eventually you fall apart with Daniel crashing on top of you and laughing and you laugh as well, louder than him. Then, Daniel leans in and connects his lips against yours, crashing your teeth and lips against them. Daniel's hand goes behind your neck and holds you up while kissing you. It's warm and captivating, the feeling on his hands against your body was absolutely thrilling.
Daniel pulls away from your lips and he takes deep breaths in and out as he catches it. “Would you, wanna be my girlfriend?” He asks awkwardly and quietly, you nod quickly as you fall back into your kiss with him. “Yes, yes. Everything’s so new, but I love it!” You say and you lean against him, while gently peppering kisses across his face and nose. Giving a soft one to the scar on his forehead.
No matter how different it was, you loved it. Whatever you and Daniel were it was going to last in your head. The romantic feelings that bundled up with him, changed and suddenly it was let out into you.
They're both ok movies for me. But i can't like the series i guess I'm the only one that doesn't enjoy it 😥 😥
No.. I feel like a lot of other people probably have the same opinion as you. The actual Karate Kid series with Ralph Macchio will always be the original that everyone enjoys. The other ones (Swank and Smith) are just ones that they assumed people would like because of the great feedback on The Karate Kid (1-2-3)
